Once again, I must apologize for not being more consistent in these missives. Between the Evil Web-Mistresses’ schedule and mine – which is essentially playing Buzztime Trivia most afternoons, it’s hard to put together a blog. Which, incidentally, is a word I hate.
To me, “blog” has about much appeal as “Yogurt.”
If they’d named yogurt something else I may have tried it. It‘s just a horrible word, like my least-favorite word in the world: “Snot.” I can’t countenance that word.
I can deal with such unpleasantries as “vomit,” and “puke,” but the “S Word” repulses me.
So, on that happy note, let’s look at the goings on:
On the music scene I’m delighted to tell you and old veteran of this area is here for a few months. Jimmy “Three Fingers” Lewis is here from his home in Central America. Pranzo has booked him on Fridays for awhile, and at press time – as we say – he was looking for other gigs.
He’s a remarkable musician, with about 350 songs in is head.
Now this Jimmy Lewis is not to be confused with “One Eared” Jimmy Louis. Last I heard he was somewhere near the FloraBama lounge, but other reports have him in South Florida. “One Eared’s” story about how he came upon this rather novel nickname is more interesting that Three Fingers’ is, although the latter has been known to make up some preposterous tales for the uninitiated.
Check this guy out. He’s an amazing talent and one heck of a good guy.
I had two epiphanies on the culinary scene since we last chatted. I was visiting my good friend Jim Tucker – all fingers, two ears – at The Boat Marina which he runs and owns. And I had a hankerin’ for Chinese food so I asked Tucker for a recommendation. “Tokyo in Uptown Station is excellent.
I reminded him Tokyo is in Japan and he said, “Just try it.”
I did and it blew me away. The portions are huge, the price is small, and they have plenty of my favorites on the extensive menu, which is anything cooked Szechuan.
I was telling some friends about my find and one said, “Try China Taste in the Publix Shopping Center at the foot of Brooks Bridge.” I did, and it, too, is excellent and very reasonable.
Two emails arrived this week, but with the same quotes, but both with different points of origin. One claims these come from Tennessee, another says South Carolina. That frequently points to apocryphal origins but check out a few of my favorites, all attributed to “Southern Cops:”
- “If you run you’ll only go to jail tired.”
- “Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster.”
- “Just how big were those two beers you said you had?”
- “You didn’t think we gave pretty women tickets? You’re right, we don’t. Sign here.
- And my favorite: “The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?”
There’s a new sports bar in downtown Fort Walton: Luxe Sports Grill. It’s on Miracle Strip Parkway in the center of town. The menu is impressive and the flat screen TVs are everywhere. Give this a visit.
My friend Peter Bower sent a great list called “Through A Child’s Eyes.” Check out these notes to God:
“Dear God, I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that OK?”
“Dear God, instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don’t you just keep the ones you got now?”
“Dear God, In bible times did they really talk that fancy?”